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This is from an unnamed, just-started WIP, with the placeholder name of “Bluebeard,” because it’s very loosely based on that fairy tale. Every year on the Winter Solstice, a sorcerer takes a sixteen-year-old girl as his bride, divorcing her and exiling her before he takes a new bride the next year.
Summary: The sorcerer has just married the narrator without much interest, spelled them into the tower, told her to cook dinner, and after they eat, told her to join him in the study, where he ignores her and makes her wait.
Minutes slipped by, and I cleared my throat, which earned me another glance, but nothing more. The pen scritched across the page, and he frowned, crossed something out, and kept writing.
Twisted pieces of paper littered the floor. I scooped up two, and threw the first, which bounced off his shirt with a quiet thwack.
That got his attention. He stared wide-eyed at me, at the second piece of paper in my hand, then back to my face. “What are you doing,” he said each word precisely, like dropping a pebble into a well, with no inflection.
“You asked me to come,” I pointed out, trying to sound reasonable, as if I hadn’t been throwing paper at him.
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This story is very loosely based on Bluebeard. The sorcerer is cursed, and the brides are caught up in the curse, though the nearby villagers don’t know how or why. He keeps the kingdom safe with his magic, and his brides tie him to a land he couldn’t otherwise protect. There are other ways to do this tying–but his curse demands a bride.